Santa Muerte, Beautiful in Red She hands me a sickle all my own, small, handheld, meant for cutting cords.
Tag: Santa Muerte
Walking with Her
I first met Santa Muerte when I felt Her presence around me, steady, maternal, and without judgment. From that moment, She has guided me through endings, healing, and transformation.
Etched by Santa Muerte
Santa Muerte etches into my heart, Her hand over my chest— my grandmother takes mine, leading me back to balance and rest.
Jasmine on the Grave 